The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the neon lights are bright.

The luxury box on the top floor of Wangjiang Hotel was full of laughter and laughter, and the people at the table pushed and exchanged glasses with each other, having a good time.

Standing in front of the box door, Jiang Chen listened to the vague chatter and laughter coming from the door, took a deep breath and opened the door to enter.

His intrusion seemed abrupt and out of place with the lively box, and the box fell silent instantly, with either surprised or puzzled eyes looking at him.

Jiang Chen walked up to the man sitting in the deputy chair, and humbly introduced himself to him, "Boss Huang, long-awaited, Secretary Li asked me to come here."

Mr. Huang showed a sudden smile, looked at the puzzled eyes of the people at the table, and simply said "This is Xiao Jiang", and then introduced Jiang Chen to the other people present one by one.

Every time Mr. Huang introduced one, Jiang Chen toasted with a wine glass, and after a round of drinking, it was less than half a catty, and Jiang Chen's face soon became drunk.

After Jiang Chen finished drinking, President Huang told him that the person he was waiting for hadn't arrived yet, so he asked him to find a seat at random, and then he would leave him alone and continue chatting and laughing with other people at the dinner table.

Enduring the burning in his stomach, Jiang Chen sat at the bottom of the dining table, but didn't dare to move his chopsticks in front of the table full of sumptuous dishes.

Time passed by, and finally, the box door was pushed open again.

A well-dressed young man and woman walked in arm in arm.

Jiang Chen followed everyone's gaze, and his black eyes froze immediately.

The man should be the one he was waiting for, and the woman was Zhao Xiaolan.

Zhao Xiaolan was also a little surprised when she saw Jiang Chen, but she quickly looked away and followed the young man to greet everyone in the box one by one.

Jiang Chen stood cautiously outside the crowd, not daring to rush forward to disturb him.

The young man is the second in command of the credit union and the debtor of the cement factory, named Fan Zhuo.

Tonight's dinner can be said to be specially set up for Fan Zhuo.

Although Fan Zhuoren is young, he has a lot of background, and Zhao Xiaolan who accompanied him is his fiancée.

On such an occasion, Zhao Xiaolan restrained her usual perverseness, ate food and sipped wine from time to time, and most of the time quietly listened to Fan Zhuo talking to others, very ladylike.

After drinking for three rounds, while Fan Zhuo was enjoying himself, Jiang Chen came to Fan Zhuo with a wine jug, and respectfully refilled Fan Zhuo's wine.

Fan Zhuo looked at him drunkenly, "Who are you?"

Jiang Chen quickly introduced himself and explained why he came.

Knowing that Jiang Chen asked him for help with the cement factory, Fan Zhuo didn't refuse but didn't agree either. He only said that he would ask the relevant person in charge after work tomorrow to ask about the situation.

Jiang Chen could tell that this was the other party's excuse.

The seizure of the cement factory is Fan Zhuo's lawsuit against the court. He is also to blame for his inexperience and being framed by the cement factory owner. If the cement factory owner had warned him in advance, he must have found a way to find this Fan Zhuo. Instead of falling into the current passive situation.

There is not much time left for him, and tonight is his only chance.

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, took the large glass with water, and poured a full glass of wine.

Such a glass of wine, at least three taels.

"Manager Fan, I respect you for this cup. I've done it. You can do whatever you want. I just ask you to give the cement factory a chance."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Chen raised his neck and gulped down a full glass of white wine.

"it is good!"

Someone applauded.

Zhao Xiaolan, who had been watching from the sidelines, said at this moment, "Honey, people are begging you so much, so why don't you give them a chance."

Jiang Chen looked at Zhao Xiaolan, he used his toes to figure out that she had no good intentions, but he had no way out, he was a fish on the cutting board now, even if he knew that there was a fire pit in front of him, he could only jump down with his eyes closed.

Fan Zhuo looked at his fiancee wonderingly, "Do you know him?"

Zhao Xiaolan smiled contemptuously, "It's not considered acquaintance, but he is the boyfriend of a high school classmate of mine. I have met him once or twice."

Knowing that Zhao Xiaolan knew Jiang Chen, Fan Zhuo just wanted to let go, but he heard his fiancée say to him and the people at the table, "Why don't we play a game, and every time he drinks a glass of wine, give him an extra day to drink. Ten cups is ten days, one hundred cups is one hundred days, how about it?"

Everyone present was smart, seeing that Zhao Xiaolan was deliberately playing tricks on Jiang Chen, they all agreed and agreed.

Zhao Xiaolan is Fan Zhuo's fiancée, to please Zhao Xiaolan is to please Fan Zhuo, which is the ultimate purpose of their banquet tonight.

As for Jiang Chen's life and death, it's none of their business.

Jiang Chen has no right to say no, nor can he refuse.

According to what Zhao Xiaolan meant, she wanted Jiang Chen to drink from a big cup, but Fan Zhuo was worried that he would die, so he changed it to a wonton cup.

If the wonton cup is full, one cup costs five cents, and two cups is exactly one tael.

The waiter brought ten wonton cups recruited by the school.

After the wine was poured, Jiang Chen poured it into his mouth one cup after another. Every time he drank a cup, the waiter next to him refilled it.

"One, two, three... eleven, twelve... 25..."

Everyone at the table clapped their hands excitedly to help him count.

As the number of cups he drank increased, the sound of counting gradually became louder and deafening.

But Jiang Chen gradually lost his hearing, his mind roared, and the world began to spin, but he didn't dare to stop, like a machine without life consciousness, he instinctively poured wine into his mouth and swallowed desperately.

The stomach was burning hot at the beginning, then it seemed to be twisted by a knife, and finally it became numb and lost consciousness.

No one knew what kind of pain and torture he was enduring, all his beliefs came from the smiling face engraved in his mind.

Sister, I will definitely redeem your house.

As his consciousness became more and more blurred, Jiang Chen was so dizzy that he couldn't even hold the wine glass, but he still instinctively made the movement of drinking until he collapsed...

"Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen..."

The familiar voice seems to come from far away
Jiang Chen looked around blankly. There was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. He couldn't distinguish east, west, north, south, and he didn't know where he was. He just felt very tired and wanted to find a place to rest.

At this moment, a boat appeared ahead.

There were already many people on the boat, all of whom looked at him blankly, and some waved to him, gesturing that he also board the boat.

Jiang Chen instinctively took a step forward.

However, within two steps, a familiar call came from behind him again.

"Jiang Chen."

Who is calling him?
He turned around, but couldn't see anything.

But inexplicably, he felt that the person calling him was very important to him, and he had to find her.

So he turned around and started walking back.

Walking and walking, I don't know how long it took, when he was too tired to walk and wanted to stop to rest, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance in front of him, he really wanted to see that person's face clearly, so he walked forward desperately, Getting closer and closer, finally, he saw her face clearly.

"elder sister……"

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Seeing that the electrocardiogram started beating again, all the medical staff in the emergency room breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the emergency room, Zhang Chunxi was squatting by the wall, holding his head tightly with his hands, and muttering words.

As soon as the door of the emergency room was opened, he jumped over like a cannonball. When he heard the words "rescued" from the doctor, he sat down on the ground and cried like an 18-year-old fool.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, You scared me to death!

It is not an easy task for ordinary people to climb over class barriers.